Last Friday was the company’s two year anniversary, and to
celebrate, the team was taken to play Top Golf for the afternoon. I had no idea
what to expect, and was not thrilled about an afternoon of golf (I’ve never
been known for my skills in hand-to-eye coordination). I had been told there
would be food and beer so I thought there was going to be at least one part of
the event that I’d enjoy.
It’s like a
field of dartboards, and you have to get your golf ball in the holes. You’re
put in teams and you can decide whether to compete amongst yourselves, or
against another team. I’ve never been good at anything, so never felt the urge
to be competitive - there’s no point unless you actually stand a good chance at
winning, or you’re just constantly a disappointment to yourself. Well, I got
competitive at this, because I was actually good! I was on a team with
Candiance and Patrick, who is my boss, and I beat both of them twice!
I once read somewhere that girls have better coordination
after one or two drinks, which would explain why I was on top form for the
first two games. This is generally why I only play pool at the pub after a
drink or two, because I am terrible otherwise. I mean truly awful. When Josh and I play pool on
occasion, he gives me two shots to his every one, and even then it’s a struggle
to win. Hugh and I once played and neither of us potted a ball in over 30 mins,
I’m not joking. So yes, unfortunately my winning streak began to be slightly impaired
by Corona, and my next two games were not so good. I swung so badly at one
point that I nearly upset a bucket of golf balls, which were about three feet
away from the actual ball I was aiming for. One or two beers will improve you
to no end, beers number 3 and 4 undo all skill that you thought you had, and
then you suck at sports once more.
Ah well, it was fun while it lasted.
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